There is no washing machine in this home & therefore the clothes need to be washed manually. There was quite a load of clothes to wash that day as I w...s preparing for an outstation tour within the next few days.Generally, she washes the clothes inside the bathroom keeping the door closed. After Rupa went into the bathroom, I thought I can save some time if I can get shaved by the time she is done with the clothes.I knocked on the door, so that she can hand over the shaving instruments. She. He groaned as I deep throated his long pole which was coated with the delicious taste of Cara’s ass. With that job done, I guided his glistening rod back into Cara’s butthole and returned to my seat at the head of the bed.Carter picked up the pace some and raised one knee up planting his foot next to Cara’s knee. He alternated between leaning back and leaning forward to cup Cara’s tit while he screwed her. While he leaned back I watched in awe as this amazing looking kid with his broad. " She looks startled and throws her hands to her mouth. "Oh!" and then begins to punch herself on the side of her head in frustration and anger.I am about to have her restrained again when she stops, either because she is really hurting herself or because this latest outburst has allowed her to burn off her anger and frustration.Of course, she has realised that in her rage, she has referred herself by her slave name, not the adult's version, not the little child's version but the slave's. I thought that might have been the case, which is why I wanted the weapons. I quickly left the shop, as the two men were nonchalantly strolling away. Not wanting to take on two men by myself, I steadied, took careful aim and threw the can at the bigger African American man. My aim was spot on, catching the man just behind the ear, he grunted before falling flat on his face. I dashed forward, my broom handle staff in my hand, the white man swung around with a snarl on his features. After seeing.